A lady who is a big Beatles fan goes into a tatt parlor. She tells the tatt artist she wants one tatt of Paul McCartney and the other of John Lennon both looking up....

The tatt artist sits down and does the job, then shows her the mirror so she can look at his handiwork. She screams "Are you crazy? That doesn't look AT ALL like John Lennon and this doesn't look like Paul McCartney!"

"I beg to differ," the tatt artist says. "It's my best work!"

Still fuming, the lady says "What we need is an impartial third opinion! I'm going to grab the first person who walks by the front door and see what they think!"

The first person to walk by is a falling-down drunk guy. She grabs him, drags him into the tatt parlor and thrusts his head down so he can see the inside of her thighs. Pointing to each tattoo, she says "Now, does THIS look like John Lennon and does THAT look like Paul McCartney?"

The drunk guy squints and says "I don't know 'bout that. But that one in the middle, with the beard and the bad breath, that's GOTTA be Willie Nelson!"